Xiao Qian frowned and bit her lower lip, looking very confused.
After a while, she raised her eyes to look at Duo'er, walked to Duo'er, took the dragon robe over, "Give it to me."
"Miss, didn't you say you threw this away?" Duo'er looked confused. Miss was really weird today.
"Don't throw it away, give it to me." Xiao Qian took the dragon robe and turned around. After taking a few steps, she stopped again, turned around and said to Duo'er: "Go get some needlework."
"Miss, what are you doing with needle and thread?"
"Sewing clothes." Xiao Qian responded simply.
"Miss, let your slaves do these rough jobs."
"No, go get your needle and thread." Xiao Qian waved to her and sat down on a stool nearby.
"Yes, miss." Duo'er responded, turned around and walked out. This miss was getting weirder and weirder.
After Duo'er left, Xiao Qian sat at the table, looking at the dragon robe that was torn in half by Huangfu Jin, and his slightly lonely back when he left with anger, which made her heart tighten.
"What a bad-tempered tyrant!" Xiao Qian placed the dragon robe on the table and scolded dissatisfiedly.
Not long after, Duoer came in with needle and thread.
"Miss, what you want."
"Well, give it to me."
He took the needle and thread from Duo'er's hand, and after fiddling with it, he pulled the dragon robe on the table and prepared to sew.
"Miss, after this dragon robe is sewn, the emperor won't wear it anymore, right?" Duo'er couldn't help but said.
Her question made Xiao Qian stop as soon as she inserted the first needle.
She was slightly startled. In fact, Duo'er knew that it was impossible for Huangfu Jin to wear the re-sewn clothes, but she didn't want to just throw away Huangfu Jin's dragon robe. She felt a touch of dissatisfaction in her heart.
Abandon.
"I sewed it not for the emperor to wear, I just used it to practice my skills." Xiao Qian's answer was a bit duplicitous.
"Oh, that's right, but Miss, you were so good at these needleworks before, why do you still need to practice them?" Duo'er asked with an innocent look on her face.
"Ah? This...that..." Xiaoqian's eyes flashed with guilt. When had she ever done such needlework? Yes, it was suturing the patient's wounds during surgery. This should also be called